Page 230 of Dare To Live

And as much as I want to make love to the father of my babies, I can’t until he’s healed.

Chapter 132

Eli

Two Months Later

You’re welcome.

I frown, putting the finishing touches on the bench I’ve positioned inside the small maze in the garden.

“For what?”

If it wasn’t for me, you’d never have got the girl.

I snort.

Tell me I’m wrong.

“So fucking wrong.”

Bullshit. She’d have run screaming from you if I hadn’t taught you how to love her.

“Is that what you did?” I run a hand over the wood and take a step back.

One hundred percent.

“Sure. Okay.”

You can deny it all you like, but deep down, you know I’m right.

“I know you’re an asshole. Why are you still haunting me anyway?”

I needed to make sure you weren’t going to get into trouble again. But I think it’s almost time to say goodbye.

“Eli?” Arabella’s voice cuts through my conversation with a ghost. “Are you ready to go?”

She turns the corner and stops, gaze landing on the bench. Pink coats her cheeks. I shrug.

“It seemed like the right thing to do. Our relationship started at a bench. I can’t bring old Churchill’s tomb here, but this is the next best thing.” I wave a hand to the small pergola behind the bench.

“Is this what you’ve been working on all week?” She moves to stand beside me, her fingers finding mine.

“Yeah.”

Her brow furrows, and she skirts the bench to look behind the pergola. “Is that—”

“My very first marble sculpture.” I move up behind her and drop a kiss to her shoulder.

Her hand rubs over her stomach, and she chuckles. “It’s going to be interesting hearing you explain to our children why the demon is holding their naked mom in his arms.”

“I’ll leave that to you.”

She turns and loops her arms around my neck. “Oh, you will?”

“Absolutely.”

She leans up and kisses the corner of my mouth. “I love it.”

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